I live in a desert island property

After struggling to communicate with Shi Mama for more than half an hour, Zhang Ming almost figured out what happened at the end of the battle.

"The Xuanwu corpse... did it just run away?"

Zhang Ming squatted on the ground, looking at the white clouds in the sky, his face was a little dazed.

This ending is really...sad.

After fighting for a long time, the opponent actually ran away...

But thinking about it carefully, the escape of the "Xuanwu Evil Corpse" can be regarded as the expected result.

No matter what, it was born after the death of Xuanwu, the strongest here, and the main target of punishment from heaven.

In the horror scene a week ago, it was the one that was most stressed.

As long as the Xuanwu corpse is not extremely stupid, it is not surprising to run away.

And Shimama just used the power of the "little tree" to make the whole continent rise up, and relied on her own spiritual language to reread the scene at that time.

It itself has no fighting power, and it is even more impossible to beat the Xuanwu corpse. It just uses the power of the world to intimidate the opponent.

"Will it...will come back?" Zhang Ming asked worriedly, "Without restraint, if it comes back again, we won't even have time to escape, and we will be killed."

Shimama rolled on the ground a few times, not knowing what she was expressing.

"Did the evil corpse of Xuanwu devour the good corpse?"

The answer to this question is also unknown.

Zhang Ming asked for a long time before he was relieved.

The basalt corpse does not have real intelligence. It is equivalent to a collection of animal desires: appetite, mating desire, and survival desire. Its rationality is not high, and it will kill and devour even its own descendants.

The "Xuanwu Good Corpse" is a collection of obsessions and beliefs during life, and has a higher level of rationality.

Therefore, the descendants of Xuanwu are actually protected by "good corpses".

These two monsters are enemies and devour each other.

It is Shimama, a collection of Xuanwu's "self", with a relatively complete memory and inheritance.

It's really just a stone, its defense ability is extremely high, it can't be smashed, it can't be chewed, and it can't be digested. The life-saving ability of the turtle ancestor can only be described as "exaggerated".

Therefore, the desire of the other two beings to devour it is not so high.

Shi Mama thought for a while, and then spoke an inexplicable language: (*...%*￥)

This is a spiritual language, which is automatically translated into the corresponding meaning in Zhang Ming's mind.

"You mean, the Xuanwu corpse has already escaped from this world."

"Is the probability of it coming back very low..."

Zhang Ming frowned, and recalled some information broadcast on the radio: After entering the mysterious area, it became very difficult to return to the world.

At least that's how it is on Earth.

The consciousness of Gaia will deliberately hide the world to reduce the possibility of being discovered by horrible existences.

Although this little sapling was dying, at least it was still alive, and it should have a similar hidden function.

"It's just... without the threat of a terrifying existence, can we defend this deserted island?"

"Even if the top demon gods can't discover this world, there are always some lucky guys who sneak in."

"Just relying on me, plus a group of turtles... a bit difficult, isn't it?"

"Well, I'm going to leave here too."

"That group of turtles can't even beat a golden electric eel...it's still too good. They will still be driven away."

Shi Mama did not answer, the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest are the rules of competition handed down from ancient times.

The descendants of Xuanwu occupy the best place to live. If they do not pursue self-improvement and self-extinction, then it is no wonder to other people.

It's Shimama, it's dead.

I'm too lazy to care so much!

Zhang Ming heaved a sigh of relief, the turtle ancestor was not worried, so he had nothing to worry about.

After studying the little sapling, in fact, this tree is illusory, visible but intangible, like a holographic image, fingers across the branches, and directly passed through.

"You are the Gaia consciousness here...Give me a piece of the source of the world. I want it too, please!" Old Zhang put on a face, begging frantically at the little tree.

The little sapling didn't answer.

Zhang Ming begged for a long time, but it didn't help. Instead, Shi Mama laughed and repeated: "Brother, prove the truth with strength!"

This is the cowhide that Zhang Ming has blown in the past, and it is repeated as it is.

"Forget it, if you don't give it, you won't give it!"

Lao Zhang stood up indifferently, patted the corner of his clothes covered with dust, and suddenly grabbed the tree without paying attention!

But this time, he took a chance and passed his finger directly through the branch—after all, it was just a phantom.

Shi Mama sneered and became even happier: "My brother proves the truth with strength!"

Zhang Ming explained shamelessly: "When drinking milk tea on Earth, you have to poke it in with a straw when the milk tea is not paying attention. You don't understand."

Now that it was safe here, he looked around curiously.

There are quite a few wooden cabinets inlaid on the walls, which look like bookcases.

Blowing on the dust on the bookshelf, under the sunlight, the dust a few centimeters thick flew up wantonly, disturbing the wildness of the wine of time.

The dust, dancing like butterflies, reveals the hidden treasures of civilization.

"Huh?"

Zhang Ming dusted it with his hand a few times in surprise. Under the thick dust of the cabinet, there were still books left!

These books seem to be made of some kind of silk, but it is much heavier and stronger than silk.

It is full of dense words!

Zhang Ming held his breath and turned a few pages.

Putting it down for the time being, because most of the text in it is incomprehensible.

But it is certain that this is an invaluable document.

"I found a treasure again. I have to make up a story for Shimama, so it will translate it. It's really troublesome."

Thinking of this, Lao Zhang has a headache.

Walked around again.

This huge building should be the most important place for sacrifice and inheritance by the people of Yanjiao. The terrain is special, the environment is dry, ventilated, and shading. In addition, the materials of the books are very special, so it is fortunate that it has been preserved until now.

But there is no need to worry for a while, Zhang Ming has plenty of time to be a real archaeologist.

He picked up the "Shimama" that was rolling on the ground, ran to the beach, and held a race survival meeting with the turtles.

"Everyone, we're assembled! I have something important to announce."

In the hoarse roar of the old white turtle, almost all the large and small sea turtles gathered on the beach, which looked like a large group of spectacular.

There are 15 giant tortoises that are comparable to a three-story building; 87 tortoises the size of a truck; and about 300 adult tortoises that can reproduce.

The number of various small turtles is about six hundred.

Like Laobai and Xiaobai, there are only 6 tortoises with special bloodlines and very smart, and Xiaobai is the smallest among them, and it is also a turtle with relatively pure bloodlines.